I’ve only hired someone to clean my apt. twice. Once after some construction was done, and once after my father died, and I could barely dress myself, let alone scrub the whole place down.
I tried cleaning the big terrace windows of my co-op once. The gay couple next door came over w/ newspaper & Windex & did it again – saying I was making the place look like a slum. I have talents but cleaning isn’t among them.
A fabulous movie about an upper class Argentinian (Buenos Aires) woman and her housekeeper is “Live in Maid”. The “employer” is a spoiled diva who has lived with her maid her whole adult life– throughout her marriage and the raising of her daughter. Husband is gone (divorced) and daughter is gone (grown up and alienated from Mother) and the lady continues to “employ” the maid, who has not been getting paid since rich lady is no longer rich (this was made during the ‘crisis’). The maid sometimes buys food or necessities (out of her savings) for her employer who carries on in her habitual imperious way. The maid cooks, cleans, serves Madam drinks and takes phone calls from daughter (who avoids mother) to advice her, chit chat whatever. The maid finally quits, having not been paid, but comes back to help out the woman who is completely falling apart without her. It is really interesting, funny, droll story about a complicated and ultimately tender relationship.
benson,
Caution,
you may be in for a string of obsenity laced accusations.
ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz
“I’m wealthier than alot of people in my situation, because I believe in old-fashioned thrift.”
Oh goody for you. Braggart.
I’ve only hired someone to clean my apt. twice. Once after some construction was done, and once after my father died, and I could barely dress myself, let alone scrub the whole place down.
biff, when my business was in Manhattan and I owned all of it, I hired only minorities and only people who had been in jail.
I still have one of them with me.
I had no problem asking them to clean the bathroom, because the bathroom needed cleaning, I’m the boss, and someone has to do it.
However asking someone to clean my house is an entirely different thing. I’m not the boos, I’m just someone who lives there.
You asked me was it rational. It may not be. But that’s ok, it’s me.
Many race/class implications of the past are rapidly fading.
…the sooner the better I say.
We need to move on.
I tried cleaning the big terrace windows of my co-op once. The gay couple next door came over w/ newspaper & Windex & did it again – saying I was making the place look like a slum. I have talents but cleaning isn’t among them.
A fabulous movie about an upper class Argentinian (Buenos Aires) woman and her housekeeper is “Live in Maid”. The “employer” is a spoiled diva who has lived with her maid her whole adult life– throughout her marriage and the raising of her daughter. Husband is gone (divorced) and daughter is gone (grown up and alienated from Mother) and the lady continues to “employ” the maid, who has not been getting paid since rich lady is no longer rich (this was made during the ‘crisis’). The maid sometimes buys food or necessities (out of her savings) for her employer who carries on in her habitual imperious way. The maid cooks, cleans, serves Madam drinks and takes phone calls from daughter (who avoids mother) to advice her, chit chat whatever. The maid finally quits, having not been paid, but comes back to help out the woman who is completely falling apart without her. It is really interesting, funny, droll story about a complicated and ultimately tender relationship.
“Oh brother benson. (rolling eyes) Don’t you ever get tired of being holier-than-thou?”
I’m not holier-than-thou, I’m wealthier than alot of people in my situation, because I believe in old-fashioned thrift.
Suck on that, while I plan on taking a day off to clean my windows.